To rhyme, to rhyme
Seems such a task.
To rhyme, to rhyme
Is all I ask.
To put into word,
To put into song,
To rhyme, to rhyme
I long.
No inspiration.
No sudden spark.
I'm drifting,
Wordless.
Lost in the dark.
But wait, oh wait!
What’s this I feel?
A rhyme emerges
To sunder the seal.
Beauty to create, that itch has begun!
So silent, so quietly, my thoughts they run.
Oh poetry, oh poetry, your rhythms, they flow.
I rejoice, I rejoice for my spirit's restore.
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